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CARNIVAL
OF
MONSTERS

BY
ROBERT HOLMES

EPISODE TWO


1: INT. SS BERNICE. CARGO HOLD

(JO looks up in shock.)

JO: Doctor!
DOCTOR: (OOV: Inside the TARDIS.) What is it now?
JO: (Screams.) Doctor!

(Light floods the hold as the DOCTOR rushes out of the TARDIS.)

DOCTOR: What is it, Jo?
JO: (Gasps.) Look!

(She points upwards as a gigantic hand reaches down from above and grasps the TARDIS, starting to lift it away. The DOCTOR and JO follow its movements upwards until the DOCTOR runs forward in indignation.)

DOCTOR: Hey!
JO: It's gone!

(The DOCTOR points upwards.)

DOCTOR: Up there.
JO: But there's no way through. Are you sure?
DOCTOR: Yes, the whole deck-head swings open.
JO: But it's solid steel - it must weigh tons and tons!
DOCTOR: Yes, and probably held in place by two tiny little wing nuts.
JO: Tiny?
DOCTOR: Well, relatively speaking - you saw the size of that hand.
JO: But there's only deck above here.
DOCTOR: That's what it looks like.
JO: But we've been up there.
DOCTOR: I told you this was no ordinary ship, Jo.

(He heads back toward the doorway from the hold.)

JO: Where are you going?
DOCTOR: To find the TARDIS...and that means finding a way off this ship.

(He heads out. JO looks back upwards to where the TARDIS disappeared.)


2: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT

(VORG has his right hand within the innards of his machine. SHIRNA keeps a nervous eye out for the returning aliens.)

SHIRNA: Vorg, they're coming over.
VORG: Good, I think I've found the trouble anyway.

(He pulls his hand out and holds up the TARDIS - but it is only some two inches high.)

VORG: There you are - a bit of bric-a-brac lodged inside circuit three. I'd better put it back. Might spoil the illusion. Never let the customers see too much.

(He lodges it back in the machine.)


3: EXT. SS BERNICE. MAIN DECK

(The DOCTOR and JO retrace their steps back to the rear of the ship, trying to make their way to where the metal plate lies on the lower deck. They crouch down beside the deck hatch. They reach the steps which will take them up to the gangway leading to the saloon and hear CLAIRE talking to ANDREWS as they make their twenty trips round the deck.)

CLAIRE DALY: But I love "Choo Chin Chow".

(The DOCTOR signals to JO to hide under the gangway on which the two trapped humans are walking. They run and press themselves against the wall.)

CLAIRE DALY: Daddy took me when I was a little girl.

(Above them, CLAIRE and ANDREWS pause to talk whilst the two unknown fugitives pause to listen. In the background they can again hear "Five-foot two, eyes of blue".)

JOHN ANDREWS: "Choo Chin Chow"! I tell you, the whole thing's absolute rubbish.
CLAIRE DALY: Oh, it wasn't! How can you say that?
JOHN ANDREWS: Well, I sailed into Shanghai fifty times, my girl. I know what Johnny Chinaman's like.
CLAIRE DALY: Oh, John, you've seen so much of the world. Makes me seem so...so unsophisticated.

(Below the two...)

JO: (To the DOCTOR.) Suppose we're due for the monster bit any minute now?
JOHN ANDREWS: (Up above.) ...these bright young things, they...
DOCTOR: Yes, very probably.
JOHN ANDREWS: (Up above.) You're different.
CLAIRE DALY: (Up above.) I wouldn't want you to think I'm just a silly flapper.


4: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT

(Watched by a nervous VORG and SHIRNA, KALIK and ORUM approach and circle the machine.)

KALIK: In what way does this machine, er, amuse?
VORG: Your worship, allow me to demonstrate.

(He starts to press controls on his machine.)

VORG: If you will watch the glowsphere.

(On the large round screen, a slightly distorted image of CLAIRE and ANDREWS on the deck of the "SS BERNICE" appears.)

ORUM: What is this?
VORG: These creatures are Tellurians, a species discovered in a distant galaxy. Scientists have been amazed at the remarkable similarity between these little chaps and our own dominant lifeform.
ORUM: The resemblance is unpleasant.
VORG: These are the only Tellurians in captivity. Some scientists think that their discovery refutes Valdek's theory that life in the universe is infinitely variable. An even more interesting, though less amusing, form of life is the Ogron.

(He presses a button and the distorted image changes to that of an ape-like Ogron, walking against a moon-like background.)

VORG: They are of limited intelligence and are used as servants by some race called, erm, Daleks, I believe.

(VORG presses another button.)

VORG: We will shortly be seeing the prize of my collection - the Drashigs!
KALIK: Drashigs?

(VORG speaks in a showman's bloodcurdling tone as SHIRNA smiles with pride...)

VORG: They are, without doubt, the most evil, the most vicious and undoubtedly the most frightening form of life in the whole of the universe!
SHIRNA: Oh look, there's one!

(They watch as a dragon-like form, with multiple eyes on stalks, sinks into a misty swamp. Its appearance has been brief to say the least.)

KALIK: (Unimpressed.) Amazing.
VORG: The Drashigs have no intelligence centre, unfortunately. So I cannot control their behaviour.
ORUM: Ah, but these pictures; they are recorded, surely?
VORG: Oh no, your worship! The scope is good, old-fashioned live entertainment. The picture on the glowsphere is an actual projection of what is now taking place deep down inside.
KALIK: (Sharply.) Do you mean that all these creatures are living - in there?
VORG: Within their own miniaturised environments, of course. I'll switch back to circuit three.


5: EXT. SS BERNICE. MAIN DECK

(The plesiosaurus roars at the ship. On the gangway, CLAIRE screams.)

JOHN ANDREWS: Good heavens!

(As the sailors run to and fro in a panic, only the DOCTOR and JO remain unaffected by the appearance of the dinosaur.)

JO: Just like goldfish in a bowl, aren't they? Round and round forever. Isn't there anything we can do for them?
DOCTOR: No, not while we're inside this thing. No, we've got to get out of here. Come on.


6: INT. SS BERNICE. PASSENGER SALOON

(The repeated course of events have led up to the point where a shaken CLAIRE sits in the saloon as her father pours her a drink...)

MAJOR DALY: What a head, eh? By gad, I'd love to have that on the club wall, what?

(He swigs back his own drink as behind him, the DOCTOR and JO sneak their way back into the cabin.)

MAJOR DALY: Mmm.

(He turns and spots the DOCTOR and JO about to open the door that will lead them down to the lower deck.)

MAJOR DALY: Oh, hello?

(The DOCTOR and JO wear broad grins, again trying to bluff their way out of the situation.)

DOCTOR: (Heartily.) Well, hello. Topping day, what?
MAJOR DALY: (Puzzled.) Absolutely splendid.
DOCTOR: (Heartily.) Yes, ninety-nine skidoo! Well, must press on, pip-pip, old chap.

(He turns back to the door.)

MAJOR DALY: But just a minute, you two passengers?
DOCTOR: Well, you've asked us that question once before. Don't you remember?
MAJOR DALY: Have I? I'm sorry to be uncivil an' all that, but...
DOCTOR: (To JO.) You see, Jo. No memory traces at all.
MAJOR DALY: What's that? (Confused.) Do you know, you'll think I'm an awful idiot, but, do you know...?
DOCTOR: (Interrupts.) You've forgotten our names?

(The MAJOR takes umbrage at this...)

MAJOR DALY: What's that? Well, I never knew them! I've never bally well seen you in all me life before!


7: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT

VORG: Now, by simply adjusting the aggrometer...

(He starts to turn a dial on the scope's console.)

VORG: ...the peaceful Tellurians can be made to behave in an amusingly violent way - watch.

(He giggles.)


8: INT. SS BERNICE. PASSENGER SALOON

(The sequence of events have led beyond the point where ANDREWS and the Indian sailor have arrived at the saloon. The young lieutenant, staring with aggressive intent at the DOCTOR, passes his rifle to CLAIRE and takes off his hat.)

JOHN ANDREWS: Right!
CLAIRE DALY: What are you doing, John?
JOHN ANDREWS: I'm going to trash this fellow within an inch of his life!

(The DOCTOR turns to JO in puzzlement.)


9: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT

(KALIK and ORUM watch the events...)


10: INT. SS BERNICE. PASSENGER SALOON

(JO helps the DOCTOR off his with green smoking jacket.)

JOHN ANDREWS: You still sticking to that stupid story?
DOCTOR: I'm afraid so, old chap.
JOHN ANDREWS: You'll regret it, sir, and I think I ought to warn you, I used to box for my school.

(He takes up the classic boxer's stance.)

DOCTOR: And I think I ought to warn you that I took lessons from John L. Sullivan himself.

(The DOCTOR takes up a similar stance.)

MAJOR DALY: (To CLAIRE.) By Jimminy, the old fellah's got some pluck!

(The two combatants start to square up to each other.)

DOCTOR: Queensbury rules?
JOHN ANDREWS: Naturally.

(The DOCTOR gets ANDREWS with two sharp jabs to the jaw. He tries for a third but ANDREWS ducks and gets a sharp jab into the DOCTOR'S stomach. He falls back slightly but regains his feet. ANDREWS comes in but the DOCTOR gives him a sharp punch back.)

CLAIRE DALY: Oh!

(ANDREWS staggers to the floor. He tries to regain his feet but the DOCTOR merely stares at him and folds his arms. ANDREWS falls to the floor.)

CLAIRE DALY: John!
DOCTOR: Good afternoon.

(He grabs his jacket from JO and the two of them make a run for it out of the saloon.)


11: EXT. SS BERNICE. MAIN DECK

(They run as fast as they can along the gangway.)


12: INT. SS BERNICE. PASSENGER SALOON

(Back in the saloon, ANDREWS gets to his feet and makes for the door, grabbing his rifle as he gasps an order to the Indian sailor.)

JOHN ANDREWS: Cover the aft companionway - quick, man!


13: EXT. SS BERNICE. MAIN DECK

(As the DOCTOR and JO run towards the back of the ship, ANDREWS runs out of the saloon and sees their retreating forms.)

JOHN ANDREWS: Stop or I'll fire!

(As MAJOR DALY joins him, he raises the rifle and carries out his threat to fire. The shot rings out just as the two fugitives make it round the stern of the ship. Here, the DOCTOR and Jo come up to a door. The DOCTOR tries it but it is locked. Another shot rings out and JO looks back in alarm. As ANDREWS shoots back the handle of his rifle, they dash up a flight of steps and up to a higher level deck. They run between the upper hull and lifeboats as ANDREWS and DALY give chase up the steps. Near the top, ANDREWS pauses, aims carefully and fires again, just missing the back of the DOCTOR. They resume the chase, which is tiring JO out as she pauses with the DOCTOR, trying to get her breath back.)

JO: (Gasps.) Oh, how many times round the deck is a mile?
DOCTOR: Who's counting?

(As ANDREWS and DALY close in, they run off again and find the steps back down to the main deck. The DOCTOR looks round.)

DOCTOR: Let's try that door.

(The two try a small wooden door which opens after a couple of tugs. They go back down below as ANDREWS and DALY come to the top of the steps and see them disappearing.)

JOHN ANDREWS: Now we've got 'em.

(He shouts behind them...)

JOHN ANDREWS: Bosun!

(The two descend...)


14: INT. SS BERNICE. LOWER DECK PASSAGE

(...as within the ship, JO and the DOCTOR also descend to yet another level. The DOCTOR looks round.)

DOCTOR: This way.

(They run off as the DOCTOR puts his jacket back on.)


15: INT. SS BERNICE. LOWER DECK PASSAGE OUTSIDE CABIN

(They make their way back to the metal plate outside MAJOR DALY'S cabin. The DOCTOR reaches into his pocket for the device he fetched from the TARDIS. Further along the passage, two of the Indian sailors, armed with rifles, descend down the steps from the saloon section. They call out to each other in their native language, thus giving themselves away. The DOCTOR gives JO the device and rushes to shut the bulkhead door. As he does so, the sailors fire at the closed door which, on the other side, the DOCTOR locks.)

JO: How does this thing work?
DOCTOR: Hold it flat. Run it along the edge of the plate.
JO: Right.

(JO holds the hammer-shaped device and uses it as instructed. It gives out a buzzing sound.)

DOCTOR: That's the idea.

(But...)

JOHN ANDREWS: Alright, on your feet.

(They stand up to see that ANDREWS and DALY have come from the side the DOCTOR and JO took while the Indian sailors have approached from the other.)

MAJOR DALY: We've had enough of your nonsense.
JOHN ANDREWS: Right, Bosun.

(The rifle arms are pulled back and aimed.)

JO: Doctor!
DOCTOR: No, you can't!


16: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT

VORG: I can't it for too long or the specimens start damaging each other.

(VORG turns the switch back.)


17: INT. SS BERNICE. LOWER DECK PASSAGE OUTSIDE CABIN

(The passageway is filled with a high-pitched sound which descends in tone. DALY smiles and turns to ANDREWS.)

MAJOR DALY: Ah, dinner, splendid! Coming?

(As the DOCTOR and JO stare in incredulity, DALY and ANDREWS stroll past them and follow the sailors back towards the saloon. DALY is momentarily puzzled...)

MAJOR DALY: Who the devil are those two?

(ANDREWS shakes his head with something approaching a lack of interest and they walk off, leaving an astonished pair behind.)

JOHN ANDREWS: I say, I hope there's something decent tonight.
MAJOR DALY: Yes!
JOHN ANDREWS: I'm feeling rather peckish.


18: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT

SHIRNA: Hey, Vorg?

(She walks to one side of the area to speak out of earshot of the assessment committee. VORG follows.)

SHIRNA: Do you know, I'd swear I'd never seen those two before?

(She gestures at the scope.)

VORG: Wha...?
SHIRNA: Those two Tellurians - have you seen them before?
VORG: Oh, really, Shirna! I mean, they all look so much alike.
SHIRNA: (Insistent.) They're new, Vorg, they're strangers.


19: INT. SS BERNICE. LOWER DECK PASSAGE OUTSIDE CABIN

(Now free of interruption, JO again runs the device along one edge of the plate.)

DOCTOR: And here.

(He points to another side. JO runs the device where indicated.)

DOCTOR: That should do it.

(He gently pushes the plate. It starts to move.)

DOCTOR: Yes!

(The plate moves fully back. It reveals a hole, hexagonal in shape like the plate, in the floor from which comes a steadily flashing red light.)

JO: Looks like some sort of shaft.
DOCTOR: Good. Down we go.

(He jumps down.)


20: INT. SCOPE WORKINGS

(He lands only a few feet down. JO follows and they move along into the open. They are next to a gigantic piece of advanced electrical apparatus, just part of the enlarged workings of the scope which surround them. A constant hum of electronics fills the air.)

DOCTOR: Just look at this filter circuit, Jo! What a beautiful piece of work! Now then, this must be the output...

(He follows a circuit along with his finger.)

DOCTOR: And that must be the input through there. Let's have a look.

(He walks low under the bulk of the circuit, through a low passage of large tubing and gigantic wires. They stand up again when they are able to.)

DOCTOR: Yes, it is.
JO: What is it?
DOCTOR: What is it? My dear girl, this is a perfect example of an early pulse mechanism, based on the principle of caesium decay. Oh, this is absolutely vintage stuff!
JO: But this can't be the ship's engine room?
DOCTOR: Well, of course it isn't. I told you - we're no longer in the ship.
JO: Well, where's the TARDIS?
DOCTOR: I've no idea. Probably outside this machine entirely.

(He points to a nearby piece of apparatus made up of an upright flexible tube with another smaller tube snaking round it.)

DOCTOR: And just look at this, Jo. What a magnificent auxiliary capillary pump. Mmm, have you ever seen anything like it?

(They walk along a long wide flat circuit line. They reach a ledge of another circuit and the DOCTOR helps JO up and they jump down the other side.)

DOCTOR: I've never been small enough to get inside one of these things before.

(He looks up into the massive hallway-like structure of enlarged circuits, advanced valve-like bulbs and elongated metal shapes.)

DOCTOR: It's fascinating! It's like walking around inside a wristwatch.

(He moves through a series of archway like joints, completely absorbed in wonder at the sight.)

DOCTOR: It's wonderful - really is magnificent!
JO: Well, can't we just find the way out?
DOCTOR: Well, we could try following this circuit. Probably run for miles though.

(JO sighs as they set off.)


21: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT

(On the upper level and long cloak swirling, PLETRAC comes storming back into the space port, with the cassette in his hand. A furious look on his face, he descend the steps to the lower level and barges his way through a group of working functionaries.)

PLETRAC: Out of my way!

(He stops as he walks into the side area where VORG and SHIRNA wait with KALIK and ORUM.)

PLETRAC: Not authentic!
VORG: What?
PLETRAC: A forgery.

(VORG acts shocked as he takes the cassette back from PLETRAC.)

VORG: A forgery? But your worship, I had no idea! And my assistant and I travelled all the way from Demos believing that we would be welcome on your...noble planet.
PLETRAC: That is your misfortune.
KALIK: Pletrac, this machine, this... "scope", contains many alien creatures. The Lurman has imported them, without a licence.
PLETRAC: (Appalled.) What?!
VORG: If I've done something wrong, I...I...I...
KALIK: (Interrupts.) The Interstellar Ecology Commission expressly forbids the transference of zoological specimens between planets.
ORUM: The creatures will have to be destroyed.
VORG: Destroyed?!
PLETRAC: The machine too.
SHIRNA: You can't do that! Our livelihood depends on the scope!
VORG: We're just simple strolling players!
PLETRAC: Destroyed!

(He turns and speaks into a wrist communicator.)

PLETRAC: Send the eradicator detachment to section two immediately.

(The aliens move off.)

VORG: Barbarians!

(SHIRNA sits down in dejection on their luggage.)

SHIRNA: "Dim-witted yokels", you said they were. Twist them round your finger, you said. Have them eating off of your hand, you said. Well, a fine mess we're in now, aren't we?
VORG: You're not blaming me?
SHIRNA: Well, I didn't wanna come here, Vorg. I should have stayed with the all-star dance company.
VORG: Ho! That third-rate bunch of hoofers?

(He mimics a song and dance and waves a hand in dismissal.)

SHIRNA: At least when I was with the company I always had a few credit bars, and we never travelled by cargo thruster.

(Suddenly...)

PLETRAC: Eradicator detachment - follow me!

(PLETRAC strides back into the area, followed by a group of functionaries pushing a futuristic gun which rests on a stand. This, in turn, is on a mobile tripod.)

VORG: What's that?

(The functionaries set up the gun and aim it at the scope. VORG and SHIRA stand in front of their livelihood.)

VORG: This is murder! Assassination!
PLETRAC: Stand aside, you two.
VORG: I'm not without influence, you know. I shall complain!

(SHIRNA pulls him out of the way.)

PLETRAC: Prepare to era...

(PLETRAC suddenly realises that he is stood too near to the machine.)

PLETRAC: Wait.

(He moves and stands next to KALIK and ORUM.)

PLETRAC: Commence eradication.

(The functionaries fire. A pulsing red glow emanates from the end of the gun. In turn, the scope glows with the same red fire.)


22: INT. SCOPE WORKINGS

(The effect carries throughout the workings of the scope. JO and the DOCTOR crawl along a glowing, smoking circuit, chocking for breath...)

JO: (Gasping.) What's happening, Doctor?!
DOCTOR: I don't know! Hold on, Jo!
JO: (Gasping.) Some kind of earthquake! It's getting hotter and...hotter!
DOCTOR: Come on! Keep moving!


23: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT

(The eradicator is switched off and the red glow that surrounds the scope diminishes. The attack would seem to have had no effect on the scope. VORG and SHIRNA slowly start to smile. PLETRAC looks concerned.)

KALIK: (Dryly.) Bravo.
PLETRAC: (Quietly.) The machine must be armoured.
KALIK: We have lost face, Pletrac. Our technology has proved deficient.
ORUM: The eradicator was designed only for use against organic molecules.
PLETRAC: (Hopefully.) And the creatures in there?
ORUM: They're organic. The eradicator will have destroyed them.
PLETRAC: (Pleased.) Well, that is the main objective. Destruction of the machine is unimportant.

(The three committee members walk off to a burst of laughter from VORG. He claps his hands in delight.)

VORG: Built, eh? (Laughs.) None of your modern rubbish!

(He pats the machine and snatches it back in pain as it is still hot.)

SHIRNA: Is it damaged? It might be damaged?
VORG: We'll check the circuits.


24: INT. SCOPE WORKINGS

(The DOCTOR and JO lie on a circuit, almost unconscious. The DOCTOR stirs.)

DOCTOR: Come on, Jo, get up.
JO: Not yet, I'm only half-cooked!

(The DOCTOR sits up slowly.)

DOCTOR: Alright, come on. Get yourself up. Come on, give us your hand. Come on, up...

(He takes her hand and pulls her up into sitting position. He then reaches into his pocket and hands her a handkerchief.)

DOCTOR: Here, mop yourself down with this.
JO: Thanks.

(She mops her face.)

JO: Wow, what happened?
DOCTOR: Well, it just a bit hot, didn't it?
JO: (Realises.) Hey - it was them! They did it on purpose!
DOCTOR: Who?
JO: Well, the giants, of course!
DOCTOR: Well, why should they, Jo? We've done them no harm.
JO: Well, what other reason?
DOCTOR: Look, one problem at a time, eh? Our problem is to find our way out of here.

(He looks round in all directions and picks one that leads down a short silver ramp.)

DOCTOR: Oh, this looks quite promising. Let's try it, eh?

(He goes ahead of JO. She follows and slides down the ramp, rather like a child in a park.)

JO: (Unimpressed.) Promising, huh?


25: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT

(VORG has switched on a circuit in the scope. An image appears on the glowscreen - that of the sinister form of a Cyberman. The silver giant turns and walks off in a blur of static.)

SHIRNA: Well, that's marvellous. Who's going to pay good credit bars to see a blob in a snowstorm?
VORG: Yeah, all that heat, you know - must have affected the video circuits. Still, the specimens are alright, and that's the main thing. It only needs a slight readjustment.

(The two are being observed around the corner of the port by the three assessment members. They watch them, not directly, but using an oblong scanner screen built into one of the walls.)

KALIK: Destroy it, Orum, or eradicate it.
ORUM: The machine must contain a defensive barrier.
KALIK: (Bitterly.) But it seems we have no defences, Orum. Zarb and his councils of fools have betrayed us!

(He storms off past the cargo conveyor belt. The other two follow.)

PLETRAC: That is dangerous talk, Kalik - even for the president's brother.
KALIK: (Angrily.) Some things need to be said! Zarb disbanded the army, and now our only defence...

(He stalks through the archway into the area where VORG and SHIRNA are. He jabs a finger at the eradicator.)

KALIK: ...is that!

(The three line up on one side of the area, next to an archway that looks across the desert.)

KALIK: We have just demonstrated its inefficiency to those Lurman spies.
ORUM: One is told there's a new model being developed.
KALIK: And do you think the Lurman battlefleets will wait? They'll be picking their landing sites already.
PLETRAC: Oh, you are an alarmist, Kalik. After all, we have defence pacts with all the neighbouring planets.
KALIK: (Sneering.) Don't talk to me about brotherhood and neighbourliness. We have survived in the past because of our strength.
ORUM: Now?
KALIK: We shall perish! Because of our weakness.
ORUM: You really think the Lurman is a spy, sent here to test our defences?
KALIK: Isn't it clear?

(ORUM sees VORG with the miniature TARDIS in his hand as he continues to check the scope.)

ORUM: Oh, look! Perhaps a transmitter?


26: INT. SCOPE WORKINGS

(The DOCTOR helps a tired JO climb through a Y-shaped component.)

DOCTOR: Right, come on now. Come on, quick as you can.
JO: Okay.

(She uses metal flanges on the circuit as steps down.)

DOCTOR: That's it.

(She moves further down the circuit.)

DOCTOR: That's it.

(She reaches the bottom.)

DOCTOR: There.
JO: Doctor, I think we're going round in circles. I'm sure we've been this way before.
DOCTOR: No, no, no. All these shafts look very much alike.

(They climb up a familiar-looking silver ramp. She spots something at the top.)

JO: Hey?
DOCTOR: Mmm?

(It is the dropped handkerchief which she picks up as they sit down again.)

JO: I was right - look. Your handkerchief - you must have dropped it.
DOCTOR: Yes, you are right. We must have been this way before.

(He pockets the cloth.)

JO: Oh, well that's it. We're lost.
DOCTOR: Of course we're not lost, Jo. What makes you think that?

(He points to a nearby giant unit.)

DOCTOR: See this? You know what that is?

(JO shakes her head.)

DOCTOR: That's a bearing housing for one of the ventilator shafts.

(He takes a notepad out of his pocket and starts to write in it.)

JO: Oh good, knowing makes me feel so much better.
DOCTOR: Yeah, I thought it might.
JO: Oh, well that means we're almost home, doesn't it?
DOCTOR: It means there should be an airduct around here somewhere.
JO: Silly question, but why are we looking for an airduct?
DOCTOR: Well, where's air ducted from, Jo?
JO: Outside!
DOCTOR: Right first time.
JO: Sorry, Doctor, it's just I thought we weren't getting anywhere.
DOCTOR: Yes, I know. The trouble is we're inside the blueprint instead of looking down on it.

(They hear a noise above them and get to their feet. They then have to jump back as a huge tool, shaped like a spear crashes down into the circuit three times, each time barely missing their feet.)

JO: What was tha...?

(The DOCTOR signals for silence. Up above them, through an observation hole, a giant blue eye stares down at them. The DOCTOR points at it.)


27: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT

(VORG stands up from looking into the machine and puts his glasses back on.)

VORG: You know, Shirna, I'm not given to imagination, but I thought I saw two Tellurians in the works.

(He stands up and feels the end of KALIK'S pronged weapon in the back of his neck.)

KALIK: Slowly, Vorg.

(VORG starts to stammer with fear and nervousness.)

VORG: W...wh...what are you ju...doing?

(KALIK and ORUM stand behind him.)

ORUM: Where is the transmitter?
VORG: (Fearfully.) Transmitter?
KALIK: We know you've been sending signals.
VORG: (Fearfully.) Signals?
KALIK: Stop...wasting time!
VORG: (Fearfully.) But I...I had no transmitter.
PLETRAC: What were you doing in there?
VORG: (Fearfully.) But, just...just minor repairs, that's all.! Just a little minor repairs!
SHIRNA: We had a fault in one of the video circuits, that's all - nothing.
VORG: (Fearfully.) Nothing of consequence, nothing serious.
KALIK: Orum?

(ORUM starts to delve into the scope.)

KALIK: If there is a transmitter in there, Vorg, you're dead.
VORG: (To SHIRNA, quietly.) What...what is a transmitter, Shirna?
SHIRNA: (Quietly.) For sending messages, you idiot! A beam pulser.
VORG: (Quietly.) We haven't got one, have we?
SHIRNA: (Quietly.) I thought you told me you had a masters degree in radionics?
VORG: (Quietly.) Not exactly a degree. I never did understand these electrical...

(He tries to push KALIK'S weapon away.)

VORG: Would you please...keep that a little further away? It's very frightening, you know?

(KALIK points it back as ORUM finishes his inspection.)

ORUM: No, one can't see anything, Kalik.
KALIK: If there is a transmitter, it'll be disguised.
ORUM: No, there's nothing in there - only this.

(He holds the miniaturised TARDIS in the palm of his hand.)

KALIK: What is it?
VORG: A...a bit of bric-a-brac, your worship. It was causing interference inside circuit three. Er, better put it back in the scope.

(The TARDIS suddenly starts to expand in ORUM'S hand. He panics and puts it on the floor.)

KALIK: What is it? And let's have the truth this time!

(PLETRAC has joined them as they watch the TARDIS grow on the floor.)

VORG: I don't know! I swear I don't know!
PLETRAC: Some Lurman secret weapon perhaps?
ORUM: It's some kind of a container!
VORG: It's causing interference in circuit three!
ORUM: Bric-a-brac?!

(The TARDIS is almost its normal height.)

ORUM: Why does it keep changing size?!

(The police box is now its original height.)

VORG: You took it outside the scope's compression field and kept it out too long, you see? After a bit, things regain their normal size.
PLETRAC: (Panics.) Silence! It is an alien artifact! Where did it come from?! How did it get in there?!
SHIRNA: Vorg - the Tellurians!
VORG: Shh!
KALIK: What?
SHIRNA: Earlier in circuit three, I noticed two new Tellurians - strangers. I told Vorg at the time.
VORG: My assistant is an imaginative...
KALIK: (Interrupts.) Quiet. (To ORUM.) Is this possible, Orum?
ORUM: What?
PLETRAC: (Panicking.) For Tellurian invaders to penetrate the scope in containers such as that?!
ORUM: Well, it wouldn't be possible for our technology, no. Perhaps Tellurian science is more advanced?
KALIK: And, if they can get into the machine, no doubt they can also get out of it.
ORUM: What are you thinking, Kalik?
KALIK: These Tellurians are not even from our home galaxy. There is no way of telling what diseases they may have brought with them!

(PLETRAC almost has a heart attack at this thought.)

PLETRAC: Is there an exit from that machine?
VORG: Quite impossible, your worship. Each group of specimens is permanently contained in its own individual chamber. The scope is completely and utterly escape proof.


28: INT. SCOPE WORKINGS

(The DOCTOR is using a metal string to cut through a bar across a metal door that is hexagonal in shape, like the plate in the ship.)

JO: It's almost through.

(The bar is cut through and falls to the floor.)

JO: Free! Ladies first?
DOCTOR: No, not this time, Jo. After all, we don't know what's behind this door, do we?
JO: The TARDIS, I hope.
DOCTOR: Yes, so do I.

(He pulls open the door and they step through.)


29: INT. CAVE

(They find themselves in a rocky but rather false looking cave. They can hear a moaning wind outside.)

JO: Looks like some sort of cave.
DOCTOR: Yes. Come on.

(They move off.)


30: EXT. MARSH

(They emerge from the cave into a wilderness. The cave entrance is surrounded with green and yellow foliage and is built into a sandy bank. Apart from that feature, the entire landscape is a flat and desolate land of marsh. Its only other discerning landmark is a winding stream from which bubbles of misty gas emerge.)

DOCTOR: Yeah...not quite what I expected, Jo. Hang on a minute, will you?

(He runs to the top of the sandy back and parts some of the yellow and green foliage to look over the other side.)

JO: Can you see anything?
DOCTOR: No, it's just the same.

(He runs back down to join JO.)

JO: It's a bit scary, isn't it?
DOCTOR: Mmm.
JO: What are all those bubbles?
DOCTOR: Oh, some sort of marsh gas - probably highly inflammable. Come on, we'd better take a look around.

(He heads off.)

JO: But there's nothing to look at.

(She sighs and follows him across the desolation.)


31: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT

(VORG and PLETRAC are arguing, both talking at the same time...)

PLETRAC: I will not accept this, Vorg. One repeats to you; one will not accept this. It has been most clearly laid down in ___...
VORG: Your worship, the scope if handled with care, is one of the safest conveniences in all ___...

(The scope has started to give out a quiet alarm signal which ORUM points out to KALIK.)

KALIK: Just a minute!
VORG: ...my professional experience...
KALIK: What is that?

(He points to a flashing red light on the console.)

SHIRNA: (Sighs.) Oh, another fault has developed. It's in circuit five this time.
VORG: Oh, some insignificant electrical matter. Switch on the circuit, my dear.

(The glowsphere shows the view of the empty marshy desolation.)

VORG: There you are, you see? It's working perfectly. Nothing wrong there.
SHIRNA: The fault is still being signalled.
KALIK: What do you call the creatures here?
VORG: The Drashigs - my little carnivores! Oh ho! They're great favourites with the children, you know. With their gnashing and snapping and tearing at each other.

(He laughs.)

SHIRNA: Vorg - look!

(The DOCTOR and JO appear on the screen, walking across the flat marsh.)

VORG: The Tellurians! They've broken into the circuit!
SHIRNA: Vorg, you've got to get them out.
VORG: How can I? They're already as good as dead.
ORUM: Why?
VORG: Once the Drashigs get their scent, they won't stand a chance!
KALIK: (Interested.) Fascinating...


32: EXT. MARSH

(The DOCTOR and JO look across the eerie landscape.)

DOCTOR: Something's wrong, Jo.
JO: (Fearfully.) Let's go back, Doctor. I don't like it here.
DOCTOR: (Quietly.) No, neither do I.

(They turn round and start to head back.)


33: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT

(SHIRNA shakes her head sadly.)

SHIRNA: They'll never make it.


34: EXT. MARSH

(The silence is broken. A sound between that of a cry and a roar is heard, seemingly in the distance. The two spin round.)

JO: What was that?!

(The DOCTOR is silent for a moment. They hear a variation of the sound again.)

DOCTOR: I don't know. But it didn't sound very friendly.

(JO hears a noise and turns round.)

JO: Look!

(A gigantic reptilian creature bursts from the wet swampy ground. It has an elongated trunk of a body, six eyes on stalks on the top of its head and a huge red mouth with massive white teeth including several long incisors. It looks down on and screams a roar at the two helpless visitors to its domain...)


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DR. WHO
JON PERTWEE

Jo Grant
KATY MANNING

Major Daly
TENNIEL EVANS

John Andrews
IAN MARTER

Claire Daly
JENNY McCRACKEN

Vorg
LESLIE DWYER

Shirna
CHERYL HALL

Pletrac
PETER HALLIDAY

Kalik
MICHAEL WISHER

Orum
TERENCE LODGE

Written by
ROBERT HOLMES

Title Music
RON GRAINER
and
BBC Radiophonic Workshop

Incidental Music by
DUDLEY SIMPSON

Special Sound
BRIAN HODGSON

Film Cameraman
PETER HAMILTON

Film Sound
DEREK MEDUS

Film Editor
PETER EVANS

Visual Effects Design
JOHN HORTON

Costume Designer
JAMES ACHESON

Make-up
ANGELA SEYFANG

Lighting
CLIVE THOMAS

Sound
GORDON MACKIE

Script Editor
TERRANCE DICKS

Designer
ROGER LIMINTON

Directed by
BARRY LETTS

COLOUR

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